As seemed to already have Karma nipping at my tush, decided to play it honest with Higher Up in charge of current deadline. Just so happened to be Very Kind member of inner circle and so one, did not fear any vengeful wrath and two, would have hated lying to him. And, as it turned out, the truth got me far better results.
VKHU: If we send the revised scope by Wednesday… H, can I get you the changes tomorrow afternoon?
H: I’m sorry, but I really can only stay until noon tomorrow. My train is at 3.
VKHU: Why? Where are you off to?
H: New York.
VKHU: New York?
H: Yeah… for a party.
VKHU: Oh, well… (long dramatic, are-you-going-to-get-mad pause) The big question is… what are you going to wear?
Praise be! It was about time they made a gay man a Higher Up!
And he is so very right. What am I going to wear? Shirking laundry duty for extended periods of time does seem to make that an issue. As does work, train travel, weather, comfort and such. Am tempted to wear pjs and sneakers for the train. If only I could do that Wonderwoman thing and change with lightning speed and minimal baggage. And have a gold lasso.
Man, that would be something.
Have you ever bought new clothes instead of doing laundry? That‘s procrastination.
Uh, and the answer to that would be… I have three full drawers of underthings, a dozen towels… don’t make me finish.
True love is the greatest thing in the world. Except for a nice MLT…
When the mutton is nice and lean and the tomatoes are ripe… it’s so perky.
baby, have fun out there! love, s
I want a gold lassso too. But the trouble is, that thing makes men tell the truth. How in the heck would we live in a world where that variable was a norm?